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I Miss NY (Acoustic Demo)

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I Miss NY (Acoustic Demo)

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Rockstar / Good Luck

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🎧Crown of Dust𝆮
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Song Info:

Haunting, defiant, and drenched in revelation, Crown of Dust stands as a modern psalm for the fallen faithful — a hymn for those who’ve seen the altar burn and still dare to kneel in its ashes.

Fusing gospel soul with poetic realism, the song is an unflinching confession about faith, fame, and fragility in a world where belief is marketed and redemption comes with a login screen. It’s the cry of a modern prophet, armed not with scripture but with scars.

From the opening line, Crown of Dust dismantles the myth of divine perfection. It paints a portrait of a weary believer balancing gold and guilt, prayer and performance. Each verse blurs sacred and profane — velvet crosses, digital baptisms, the gospel of vanity — while still reaching for something real, raw, and redemptive.

Sonically, the track moves like a sermon turned requiem: cinematic choirs, distorted organs, and a heartbeat of industrial percussion echo through an atmosphere that feels both cathedral and street corner. It’s Kanye’s “Jesus Walks” meeting Hozier’s “Take Me to Church” in a storm of soul and self-awareness.

💫Review – “Crown of Dust” (Final Version)

A masterclass in poetic storytelling and genre fusion, “Crown of Dust” is both a sermon and a confession — gospel-soul meets introspective hip-hop in a cinematic, spiritual climax.

Verdict: 🌟 10 / 10

Lyrics:

Mmm… crown of dust,
born from faith and rust.
The higher you rise, the harder you must… trust.

They told me kings don’t cry — but I did last week,
Gold chain heavy, still the soul feels weak.
Mama prayed loud for the boy in sin,
While the church doors close when the truth walks in.
I built my throne on borrowed names,
Heaven’s close, but hell’s got flames.
The world loves saints when they die young —
But hates the ones who stay and sung.

Every king must crawl again,
Every crown will rust, amen.

Crown of dust on a trembling head,
Glory fades where the angels bled.
We rise, we lust, we break, we trust —
And every throne turns back to dust.

“Yeah, back to dust… back to dust…”

I seen prophets dance for views,
Hearts for sale, redemption’s news.
Crosses in gold, sermons in chains,
Truth in pixels, washed by fame.
God’s got followers — so does the app,
Salvation trending, click the map.
If heaven’s got a gate, I hacked the lock,
To free the ones the system blocked.

“Church of the Screen”

“Log in… confess… repent… refresh…”
“Grace in the algorithm, mercy in the feed.”
— We baptize in pixels, die in streams,
Fake gods built from real dreams.

I’m tired of diamonds shaped like lies,
Each reflection multiplies.
Fame’s a cross with velvet nails,
I wear it proud but the spirit pales.
Can’t repent in designer chains,
Grace ain’t bought, it’s in the pain.
Still I rise through smoke and screens,
A holy glitch in the in-between.

Every king must crawl again,
Every prayer can drown in sin.

Crown of dust on a trembling head,
All my victories taste like dread.
We break, we bleed, we trust —
All thrones will turn to dust.

“Dust to the gold, dust to the soul!”

“If I lose my crown… will You still call me son?”

“You never needed gold to shine…”

“Amen”

My shadow longer than my pride,
Faith ain’t found, it’s testified.
If I kneel, it’s not defeat,
It’s peace beneath my calloused feet.
Let ‘em write my story wrong,
Truth gon’ hum inside the song.
When I fall, don’t lift the crown —
Just dust me off and lay me down.

Crown of dust, crown of mercy,
Every wound still writes my verse, see.
We rise, we rust, we trust, we must,
And every crown… turns back to dust.

“Amen… back to dust…”

“The kingdom’s closed… but the truth walks in.”

🎧Crown of Dust𝆮

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Some of our most enduring rock and roll is built upon the following truth: Sometimes you have to replant yourself to find your roots. Nearly a decade ago, three of the four young members of Ithaca, New York, quartet X Ambassadors left home with great ambition, vowing not to look back. Like so many small-town kids before them, they yearned to find fame and fortune in the city. They wanted, as they confess in one of their most powerful new songs, to “   go big.”    And after years of hustling rock stardom felt imminent. But something was missing. Some bands never get that missing piece back, but the potentially great ones go looking for it. More often than not, the search leads them right back home. X Ambassadors’     stomping, syncopated full-length debut, VHS, is all about that exploration. Ironically it proved to be a journey — as the antiquated technology name-checked in the album’    s title indicates — through the past. 

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